Cerebral filled with ganja smoke and coke addicts
My dusty angel on angel dusty attached to the bold fact that " If imagination dies, person had never lived and if ya mentality achin', you're living life"
Four mallets graspin the roof of the sound block
"Nobody can judge me"
n***a you was sentenced to d**h f**in' with John and Sonny
It's funny how life can reroute in time for the end to run B-A-C-K and have you see K's brushin' against ya tummy
Run DMC blastin' in the radio radius
Blazin' a stack of hash up and having ya eyelids hangin' and danglin'
Down near Satan just so he can take ahold of 'em and make you stare at a screen filled with 80 aliases for demonic aliens
f** that, we in a new mood
Watchin' Blues Clues
Eatin' you dudes while glarin' at new toons
Every blue moon i spit my atomic sh** on ya doo doo, trash a** music and play me and Alan's sh**, New Tunes